I hung around later at work than usual tonight. Everyone else had gone and my lovely supervisor didn’t like the idea of being alone in the building with the money (who does?), and besides, I was only catching the bus to the gym. Chunky jacket on to ward off the Tassie chill, and a backpack that made me look like a hunchback, I struggled up onto the bus. Chockers. Totally packed. Stoopid after-work rush.
Unable to turn around without hitting someone due to my back pack, I did a weird little number until eventually I was in a position where I could at least cling onto a pole and not fall on my butt. At that moment, a polite throat was cleared and someone gently tapped my shoulder. behind me was a guy in his mid to late 20s (my age), wearing some kind of grunge rocker T-shirt and track pants.
“There’s a seat here,” he told me and helped me struggle out of my backpack so I could sit down. That’s when I realized… he’d given me his seat! A guy, in his 20’s, in a modern city, wearing a punk shirt and sneakers had stood up for a woman and given up his seat!
About a minute later we hit a stop and a load of people got off and he could take a seat across the aisle from me. He gave me a sheepish look and said “Well, that wasn’t really a big deal,” and laughed.
I thanked him again, but spent the rest of the bus trip thinking that if I weren’t a happily married woman, I’d have asked that man to come out for a beer! The truth is that it was a big deal. He didn’t know everyone else was going to go, and even though they did it doesn’t change anything. He saw a woman in distress, slightly unco and pathetic distress I admit (that’s the kind I’m best at), but distress all the same, and he helped me. I can’t help thinking that I should have thanked him more, talked to him for the rest of the bus ride, I know if I were a) single and b) brave (I’m neither) I would have. Anyone that cool really deserved more than a shy, stumbling, mumbled ‘thank you’ even if he did seem to think it was adorkable.
So, to the gentleman with the brown hair and band shirt on the 5:24pm through New Town, thank you. You were awesome, and since you were so cool to me I honestly can’t even remember a single awful customer today, though I’m sure there must have been at least one.